A Sunday walk in the forest
Men, women, boys, girls and a dog
trotting along somewhere, not lost
hiding behind a log
Seeking a special tree, walking fast
the cold is biting today, rugged up
against the freeze
we exclaim in wonder, moving past
twisted, moss covered branches
of expired trees
Then a call, there, there, do you see?
An opening, in this hollow giant.
Do we dare to enter the door,
What lurks inside, is it defiant
will it seek to haunt us evermore?
Fear not, a safe haven for small creatures
Family of man and family friends
welcome, we are to visit such features
of the forest on which life depends
Let us enter then and soon discover
What lies within this secret place
But stay us close to one another
In case we find a monster’s face
Ho! through the back door I have come
Into the pantry of this great tree
Seeking an apple, seeking a plum
But none are here as you can see
Inside the tree was so much fun, but now I think it’s time to run,I hear another come…
What then is this, another appears
Emerging from the inner space
‘tis only our kind pastor, dears
so laughter let your fears displace…
and our forest’s beauty with joy embrace.